Still so many years to come, not even starting the point one of the track of the so called career, still zero, collecting all modalities, strength, confidence, mental, self-support, independency, but the imagination of what is after the so many years to come is here to night; playing, like butterflies flying around the head of mine, confusing, making smile, giving imagination, trembling, shaking, but only can take a very deep breathe, a very deep one.

It is this story that makes me think about, still far though, so many paths to pass, so many faces so meet.

with the frogs outside, 22:58
will they still exist in the so many years to come?